Hell Hath no fury like a billionaire's Ex

Diane’s POV

"This wedding cannot hold," he continued, his voice carrying clearly through the church, "until the woman of my dreams says yes to me!"

The congregation began to murmur, confused but intrigued.

But then the speaker stepped into view, and my panic turned to confusion. It was Henry, Joan’s Henry, walking down the aisle with a bouquet of flowers in his hands and the biggest smile on his face.

"My woman," he continued, his voice carrying clearly through the church, "the one who gives me joy and peace, who makes every day brighter just by being in it—Joan, you are my heart, my soul, my everything."

I looked at Joan, who was staring at Henry with her mouth open, her eyes wide with shock.

He stopped in front of Joan, who was now shaking her head in embarrassment but smiling so wide it looked like her face might split.

Then, to everyone’s delight, Henry dropped to one knee right there in the aisle, pulling out a ring box.

"Joan Hand," he said, his voice loud enough for everyone to hear, "will you marry me? Will you make me the happiest man on earth?"

The church erupted in laughter and cheers. "Say yes, Joan!" someone called out. "Don’t keep the man on his knees forever!"

"Come on, Joan!" another voice added. "Put him out of his misery!"